Archive for July 2008
ROFL
Lonely People
Elanor Rigby
Dies in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie
Wiping the dirt from his hands
As he walks from the grave
No one was saved
– The Beatles
The last song. SPITFIRE is done 
The final gig. It was one wierd weekend. Abhi left this evening to make pots of money. I will be off in sometime pursuing a career as a sub-atomic particle chaser. M-man, well, he will continue to be M-man, and without us dunderheads to mess around, will go on to be the next Ashley Simpson. The band that could have been IT. Another could-have-been on my long list. It was fun while it lasted 
XPS is here
Finally, I can let go of the dual core plodder that now smiles wistfully at me. She wasn’t MINE in the first place. And I never gave her a name. After a mere four day wait, the fabled Dell XPS M1530 arrived this morning. I discover the batteries on my Canon are dead, an hour’s wait before I get to show it off here. It is not quite the MacBook I was promised by a certain evil cretin, but I love it anyway 
This is were the nice people that charitably visit this not-so-frequented blog come in.
1) The Targus backpack is hideous. Help. Where do i get a swankier one ?
2) A name. A name. A name. My earlier desktops were christened Mangaiyarkarasi and Tamilchelvi. Hit me with some exotic, preferably Nordic, definitely not Japanese, names.
3) Where do I get eye shades? or should I say eye-masks? This technically shouldn’t be here but ever since I moved in a week back, I have hardly gotten any sleep thanks to a burning ball of gas a hundred million miles away blazing through the window.
The person that best helps me out with this, or even better, goes on to buy me the backpack and eyeshades gets custody of Savitri this October. (For those that didn’t know, Savitri is what my mom calls THE THING)
Next update, specs and pictures in about an hour. Hopefully, I would have Ubuntu up and running on the XPS by then.
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Okay here are the pics.. I know it is crappy
Dell Xps M1530
Dell Xps M1530
And here are the changes to the basic M1530 model
1) Upgrade to a T8300 processor
2) 4 gb RAM
3) A 7200rpm hard drive
There wasn’t much of a choice otherwise. This exercise leaves my dad’s bank account leaner by 58k. I can hear a certain person yelling ‘Daylight robbery’ Kid, you need to learn how to rip apart the sales guy on the other end of the phone A 256 MB Nvidia Geforce 8600 GT should give me some basic gaming muscle. I must tell you Vista sucks as usual and I am having trouble getting the webcam and the video drivers to work on Ubuntu. But then most notebooks aren’t Linux friendly. Downside, three USB ports and the Optical Drive is terribly slow. And I must be the biggest idiot on earth to not have gotten a Lan Cable yet. Dell shipped me the thing in FOUR DAYS !! So i guess I can be excused. The screen. Huh, I have seen better screens. It is not a Mac but it is a bargain for what I shelled out.
I can’t game yet thanks to Sid G who MUST have the first run on it.
R
R. R is not your regular girl. Yes, she does whine about how hideous her nails look, drag you to buy her ice cream at eight in the morning, make you clean your shoes and be an absolute drama queen.She also shoots down pseudo-intellectual bullshit like nobody I have known, games like a goddess, has no airs around, insanely funny and what not. It also helps that she is an extremely sweet person. However what most people discount is her fortitude. Over the last three years, I have seen her take some real bad emotional shit and mudslinging with absolute grace and poise. She is one remarkable dudette.
This afternoon, she cried.
The very first time I have seen her breakdown.I feel so bloody sick. There is this cold fury gnawing at me. I swear I will tear up the dickheads that did this to her. Here comes the catch. There is no one person I can direct the rage at. Not the casanova on the road, not an otherwise sane and rational person who should have known better, not all the people who saw it fit to pass judgment on what they don’t know and what most certainly isn’t their business. It is not an individual, it is a beast. Something that has eaten our brains. We are all as guilty as that retard. The worst thing is we don’t even realize it. We have fallen into a rather asinine pattern of thought. Every time we expect the women in our lives to conform to the ‘accepted’ norms laid down by a patriarchal society, relegate them to a lesser role, expect them ‘to adjust’ and to ‘behave properly’, we are as culpable as the low-lifes that infest our roads. Everyone of us. We curse when something crass happens but at a certain level, we are no different. We have merely refined our methods.
As I spoke to R this evening, I realized what damning effects little things leave on her psyche. I have been an insensitive jerk to not have known this earlier. I wish I could take all that pain for her. Pity; it is a terrible emotion. She could do without my pity. Support- that I can’t seem to offer.What is left in me is no longer anger. Helplessness. I have been found wanting as a friend.
Knowing R, I am sure she will be back with her wild laugh in a couple of days. She is far too spirited to let this one-off incident define her. The quiet dignity that she has shown today is simply fascinating. Hats off R. My respect for you has grown colossally. I love you a zillion times more this day.
I apologise for every single time I never stood up when I heard all those crude remarks and humor with women at the receiving end. I never quite realised how ghastly it all was. That is what is so terrible about it.
Have you got it, yet ?
JUGBAND BLUES
It’s awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I’m much obliged to you for making it clear
That I’m not here.
And I never knew we could be so thick
And I never knew we could be so blue
And I’m grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I’m wondering who could be writing this song.
I don’t care if the sun don’t shine
And I don’t care if nothing is mine
And I don’t care if I’m nervous with you
I’ll do my loving in the winter.
And the sea isn’t green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.
SYD BARRETT (1946 – 2006)
Two years. Thirty-six years infact.
The joke has always been on us.
We love you Syd.
P.S. Once Sid G is done making his documentary on Syd, you will see it here.
